Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-10-21
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q Id AND HOLLOW
81 s,rep vesrs after that time, and
Il ~" 40 dark episode of his early life
6' i.. ,- like the memory of disa-
0'u O SIo dream, that Digby Montressor,
sTeSaD a If Mrs. Chillington's brilliant
=; o.s n.rtjes, was introduced by Horace
ss.or r-.re of the hussars to Claire Rich
hlsS' ,be only daughter of the good old
1OI n Chillington, very handsome,
eI''- -,ora than usually sweet and
gu. tive Girl in her twenty-second year;
S';r 18th that chance meeting began the
SUI simmer of g new life to Digby.
gu 49, met again and again after that in
I 5ro,iop. At those places where "every-
lOau noets everyone else" and he soon
onS - m love her, but calmly, with de-
.eatl new and Joyous emotion, all
A5 1i'.o fbe rash and neadstrong passion
a lllnv nassion it Wss-thst wrecked
bis life st Brighton
to lSys ,, he ssid to himself; "beWare
NV YOU are so again"
prr II WAS impossible 10 look upon the
Dosnd aiming face Of Claire Rich
q ia and be either wary or wise; and SO
q I l..T,o m nsss, that before either knew
to Whist they we're about, there was ex-
g.."gad between them the mysterious
Ola.9 -t,fhst electric fash"-by which
5re understands eye, and through which
ss.rt suddenly speaks TO heart; and to
niobv there opened newer and more
r,orious happiness that seemed to COM
ss.nss-e him for all the misery snd humii-
i.tion he had undergone in the past, and
fore he hsd looked on the fields OF
CIngbovO snd UIundi.
IN MIN Claire found q man of whom any
vvomsn might be proud-a brave soldier,
,v5o had faced death and suffering often
n msny wsys, polished gentleman, and
,tbonGhtiul one, with fuIly-deVeloped,
Iorned, snd experienced mind, q hand
some fgure, manly bearing and calm
gsII.cut features; more than that, per-
b.ns. one who loved her: and SO, after
tbs tale that Wss told in the soft twilight
GARDEN OF Chjllington Rectory, Mon
fressor found himself an accepted sutton.
Never would he and che forget that
twilight eve in the gorgeous summer,
under the dense shadow Of the aged
trees, and near the stil older TeCtOry, It's
frstted carvings, thatched roof, and loz-
enpe6 and mulliOned windows, crimsoned
by The last Iight-the warm after glow
Of the set sun; amid all the greenery and
divers that framed the picturesque old
ed1ce with an English beauty all It's own.
We shall not dwell longer on this
event. The language of love is pretty
Z much the same all the world over, and
hiss been so, we presume, since flowers
and apples grew in Eden; thus few, we
believe, care to hear it-Rhen not ad-
dressed 20 themselVes-as its v8pid in
antics, sweet little ite-stions and imbe-
Cilities, are dear to lovers, and to lovers
only.
The father Of Claire, though reluctant
to lose the apple of bis eye, and that his
one wee eve lamb should leave him to
become the wife of soldier, and to fol-
low that soldier to distant lands, per-
formed the ceremony in the beautiful
old parish church, which, if history told
truth, was built by William of Wykeham,
and wherein William of Orange, when
aOuting Bushey ParB, and Horace Wal
pole, when resident at Strawberry Hill,
both said their prayers, the former re-
turning thanks TO the Dutchman's God
for the massacre Of Glencoe.
The wedding WSs over, the cake cut,
the speeches made, healths drunk, the
rice and slippers thrown after the de-
parting carriage that bore away the happy
psir, not for s "spin" among the gay
places Of the continent, but to enjoy each
others society amid the sylvan and Sc
questered scenery of Lynmouth, and
there, while wandering no doubt hand in
hand, forgetting all the external world,
IN the ricnlywooded combes near the
SWlss-like village where the hill-streams
otDeyOn roll down over huge boulders
Ike one long waterfall, and the Valley OF
Inc Stones-that wonder Of the west of
tugsnd-rises on each side, in its terrific
masses Ike the ruins of a Cyclopean
palace, with gIimpses of the distant ses
Is down below, life seemed TO be as near
perfection as it could well be, and their
honeymoon WAS indeed sweet and
aappy, If brief, beWilGerlng dresm-for 8
ofei dream it was fsted to be.
let 1t was Joyous, while it lasted, in a
pretty Devon cottage, under the friendly
SlauoW OF apple bowers century old
ufeosrds where the suns rays, with many
freak, nickered among the thick leaves,
WneIe the moss grown branches spread
W. broad and low, and where the birds
AaO Inc honey bees knew to iud the
sweetest apPles, as many hole on the
-USy or sun-broWned sides OF the golden
Ppplns eVInced.
one evening, the pair had returned from
a, tong ramble, in which Digby had guided
tAEe's pony by the bride through the
atplne gorge of Lyndsle, where the sides
VI sne echoiDg ravine are covered by
LICE Woods-,he haunt of the wild deer
VI Exmoor-snd where all the white
tCU4Anlng torrents of the hills unite near
.HLen'norne; and as the two approached
s-e cottage, which was their temporary
some' IN the fulness and happiness of
- -. heart Claire was singing little song,
nsI voice ike silver bell-s song to
"-.cn there were no listeners but her
a aIsOsnd and the birds, tHat like them
s;e.yes, We're seeking theil nest-When,
!uS' as ne lifted Der from her saddle, his
Valet said:
sim - " iaUy ""i'ins W 'ee Jou'
"A lady-here?" asked Digby.
-. well, sir-a woman, snyway-seems
' I6 down on her luck, think"
'"Begging?"
- On, no, sir; seems rather q cut above
LAY t-at; out wishing to see you, or Mrs. Mon
'essssor, very particular indeed"
t,,., shall see her myself" said Digby,
lug out his purse, and having no
SIouot 1t was visit for the purpose of
while Claire hurried upstairs to
41uge her attire for dinner.
al. ~ sDe pretty little dining room, where
fassSoy the table was laid for two-glit-
o. eng with plate, ivory and crystal, and
s1y with freshly-gathered fowers-stood